Algernon Charles Swinburne Quotes

United Kingdom, Poet
April 5, 1837 – April, 10, 1909.

Algernon Charles Swinburne (5 April 1837 – 10 April 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and collections of poetry such as Poems and Ballads, and contributed to the famous Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica.

Also known as Playwright, Novelist, Critic

God's own hand Holds fast all issues of our deeds: with him The end of all our ends is, but with us Our ends are, just or unjust: though our works Find righteous or unrighteous judgment, this At least is ours, to make them righteous. Go.

Algernon Charles Swinburne
- God
- Hand
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death.

Algernon Charles Swinburne
- World
- Death

The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song.

Algernon Charles Swinburne
- Up
- Song
- Failure
Villon, our sad bad glad mad brother's name.

Algernon Charles Swinburne
- Bad
- Brother
- Sad
Fear that makes faith may break faith; and a fool Is but in folly stable.

Algernon Charles Swinburne
- May
- Fear
- Faith
God by God flits past in thunder, till His glories turn to shades; God to God bears wondering witness how His gospel flames and fades. More was each of these, yet they were, than man their servant seemed: Dead are all of these, and man survives who made them while he dreamed.

Algernon Charles Swinburne
- God
- Past